Shattered

" No. You can't leave me." Harry says.

The look on his face looked as if he hadn't meant to say it, but he was happy he did.

" What?" I question.

He steps back away from me. I was suddenly cold with out his arms around me.

" What did you say?" I repeated, eager to know.

" You can't leave me," he says with more confidence. " I need you."

He needs me. I was upset with him for storming in here and acting like my mother. I was upset with him for leading me on. I was upset with him for kissing me and leaving me confused.

But all that anger subsides and I'm left with the three words I've been dying to hear from him.

I need you,

the words replay in my head. He needed me. Just like I needed him.

Harry was the only thing keeping me stable since my night with Chance.

Up until yesterday when I over heard his conversation with Marilyn though.

Do I belive him? Do I believe that he actually needs me, the way I need him in my life?

I do.

" You need me?" I ask.

Harry nodds and runs a hand through his hair.

" Yeah. I do. Sydney, I need you around. My life has been so much better since you started working here. I used to be a mess. I was some Tattoed freak with piercings dating Marilyn. Marilyn and I never get along. Nor did you and I, but it was different fighting with you," he smiled.

I could practically see him reminiscing to the first fight we got in. " I liked to fight with you because you're one of the only people willing to fight me back, and I like a challenge. It was also an excuse to talk to you," he adds. His demeanor changes back to being serious. " You're the only constant in my life, and I need that Sydney. I don't know how much sense that makes but it's the truth." he finishes.

I was the only constant in his life. It makes perfect sense to me, because he plays the same role in my life.

" It makes perfect sense," I whisper.

I take a step towards him.

Confidence, I tell myself.

" Because," I whisper, taking both of his hands in mine, and running my small and soft fingers over his large knuckles. "You're the only constant in my life, Harry."

I look up at him and meet his eyes with mine. He gazes at me with longing.

I slowly ease onto my tiptoes, inching our faces closer.

Harry leans down and brushes our lips together and rests his forehead against mine before whispering, " You make me crazy, Sydney."

I smile at his words, as does he, and he closes the small space between our lips, crashing them together.

His perfectly sculpted lips feel great molded into mine, like they were two puzzle peices that found their spot in the picture.

This was even better than the first time we kissed.

So much lust and longing In the kiss.

My fingers traveled up to his hair and twisted his curls as the hands he has placed on my hips pull my body into him harder.

We couldn't get closer, and I've never wanted to be so close with someone in my entire life.

his body felt amazing against mine. I needed him right now.

He pulled back, reading my thoughts.

" My place?" He asks. I nodd In a hurry as I collect my things.

He takes my hand on our way out of the back door.

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